A small poem, a few lines .. But very important to me.
The white winds of time zoom by the universal collidiscope of lifeforms,
the chance for a second of honesty and truth to be brough upon us.
That air of time called fate will never come,
objects transcend the wind, and even whiter they become.
The stallions of space and universal awakening ride the wind home,
the white’s where they belong, some people call it their soul.
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